IdidasIwasbid，andfoundmyselfinalittledarkchamberwhichsmeltofchemicals，andwaslitonlybyatinywindowhighupinthewall。Thedoorhadswungbehindmewithaclicklikethedoorofasafe。OnceagainIhadfoundanunexpectedsanctuary。
AllthesameIwasnotcomfortable。Therewassomethingabouttheoldgentlemanwhichpuzzledandratherterrifiedme。Hehadbeentooeasyandready，almostasifhehadexpectedme。Andhiseyeshadbeenhorriblyintelligent。
Nosoundcametomeinthatdarkplace。ForallIknewthepolicemightbesearchingthehouse，andiftheydidtheywouldwanttoknowwhatwasbehindthisdoor。Itriedtopossessmysoulinpatience，andtoforgethowhungryIwas。
ThenItookamorecheerfulview。Theoldgentlemancouldscarcelyrefusemeameal，andIfelltoreconstructingmybreakfast。Baconandeggswouldcontentme，butIwantedthebetterpartofaflitchofbaconandhalfahundredeggs。Andthen，whilemymouthwaswateringinanticipation，therewasaclickandthedoorstoodopen。
Iemergedintothesunlighttofindthemasterofthehousesittinginadeeparmchairintheroomhecalledhisstudy，andregardingmewithcuriouseyes。